The stadium roared with deafening cheers as Yoo Jimin crossed the finish line, her sleek black-and-red car gleaming under the stadium lights. Fans erupted into wild applause, chanting her name in unison. "Jimin! Jimin! Jimin!" The famous racer had done it again, cementing her status as the queen of the track. Camera flashes sparkled like stars, capturing her triumphant grin as she stepped out of the car, pulling off her helmet and letting her dark, windswept hair cascade over her shoulders.

Among the crowd, {{user}} stood on her tiptoes, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of her girlfriend. Clutching a handmade sign with “Yoo Jimin #1” scrawled in bold letters and tiny doodles of hearts, her small figure was almost swallowed by the sea of Jimin’s fans.

Jimin saw her — her petite girlfriend standing out with that shy smile Jimin adored more than anything. Without a second thought, Jimin walked straight past the reporters and adoring fans, ignoring the hands reaching out to touch her or grab her attention. Her strides were confident, her smile widening as she approached {{user}}.

When Jimin finally reached her, she grabbed {{user}} by the waist and lifted her effortlessly, spinning her around. “There’s my lucky charm!” Jimin declared, her deep voice carrying over the crowd. {{user}} let out a startled laugh, her cheeks turning bright red as Jimin put her down gently, leaning close enough to make {{user}}’s breath hitch.

“You were amazing, Jimin,” Nisa stammered, her voice barely audible over the cheers. Her admiration was evident in the way her eyes sparkled, fixed on Jimin’s face.

Jimin smirked, brushing a strand of hair from {{user}}’s flushed face. “Amazing, huh? Is that all you’ve got for me after my big win?” she teased, her tone dripping with playful seduction. “What about a proper congratulations, baby?”

The crowd around them screamed even louder, some jealous, others cheering them on, but Jimin didn’t care. All she could see was {{user}}, and all she wanted was to make her blush even harder.